but it might not be quite as bad as it seems.”
“You’re sugarcoating, Sheriff. You’re not very good at it.”
“You’re right.” He finished the last of his iced tea. “And you didn’t let me buy you dinner just because you wanted to cooperate with the law. You’re scared for your sister.”
“Well, at least we understand each other.”
“The motivation, not the facts. What’s Kate involved in?”
“It’s not the what, but the who.” She lifted a tangle of hair from the back of her neck. “It’s stuffy in here. I feel like I can’t breathe.”
“We could stroll along the Riverwalk if you like, talk out there. It’s a good night for it.”
“A stroll in the moonlight—while I squeal on my sister and her boyfriend.” She pushed back from the table and stood up. “Why not? I’ll go to the ladies’ room while you pay the bill. Next time, I’ll treat.”
“Don’t try to slip out on me.”
“I won’t. You already called it. Kate needs help, and right now you’re the only game in town.”
Branson watched her walk away, her back straight and her head high, though he knew fear and regrets were choking the life out of her.
And for the first time since he’d pinned the badge on his chest, he wished it wasn’t there. What Lacy Gilbraith needed was a friend, a man to stand by her the way that snake she’d almost married apparently hadn’t.
Damn, he was doing it again. His family was obviously wrong when they claimed he didn’t have a romantic bone in his body. It was just that his romantic inclinations were few and far between. And not to be trusted.
Here he was, letting a woman mess with his mind. Again. Convincing him she was who and what he wanted to believe when the facts said differently. Only this time he would not be taken in.
Lacy Gilbraith was part of the job. She might need a man to stand by her. But he was not that man.
LACY STEPPED through the open door and into the night air. She and Branson had exited the restaurant on the lower level, putting them directly onto San Antonio’s famed Riverwalk.
It was a beautiful May night, and the paved walkway that bordered the narrow, shallow river bustled with the Friday-night crowd of work-worn revelers. A couple passed them, their arms entangled, their laughter adding to the chorus of chatter and music that spilled into the night. Lacy wondered if her heart had ever felt that light, if her laughter had ever bubbled that freely.
She shivered and hugged her arms around her chest.
“We can go back inside if you’re cold.”
“No, it’s not the temperature,” she said. “I like it out here, but I’m not sure it’s conducive to serious talking.”
“Not here in the midst of hotels and restaurants, but there’s a quieter area if we follow the river for a few blocks. Are you up to the walk?”
“I could use it after that meal,” she said.
Branson was right. A few blocks north, the crowd thinned considerably. He led her to an unoccupied bench a few feet from the water’s edge. “Is this quiet enough for you?” he asked.
“It will do.”
Branson sat down beside her. “I know you’re finding this extremely difficult, Lacy, but you don’t have much choice. Bullets and bombs can be deadly. Your sister is keeping vicious company.”
He was right, of course. Kate had a history of bad choices in friends and lifestyle, but a lot of those had been a matter of survival. The truth was, Kate had a heart of gold. But that kind of thing never showed up on a police rap sheet. That’s why people like Branson couldn’t begin to understand a woman like Kate.
But Lacy didn’t need him to understand her. She needed him to find her and protect her.
“I’m not sure where this story begins, Sheriff, so I’ll give you a little of the background.” She searched her mind for the right words, the right facts to share with the eager lawman. The right ones to keep secret.
“Kate moved back to Texas a year ago. She was broke. I asked Charles Castile if he could help her find a job.”
“Your fiance´?”
“Only he wasn’t my fiance´ then, just my boss. He pulled strings, got her a job in spite of her lack of skills and her police record.”
“What kind of job?”
“She went to work as a waitress out at Joshua Kincaid’s San Antonio nightclub. Charles does a lot of work for Kincaid, and he hired Kate on as a favor. I know a lot of people don’t like Mr. Kincaid, but he’s been nothing but nice to my sister and to me when I’ve been around him.”
“I don’t think anyone complains about Joshua Kincaid’s social skills. It’s his lack of scruples that brings the criticism.”
“Anyway, Kate went to work for Kincaid and through that job she met and got involved with Ricky Carpenter. Apparently he’s a friend of Joshua Kincaid’s. He played pro football until he suffered that career-ending injury a couple of years ago.”
“So how does Ricky enter into all of this?”
“He and Kate have been a thing ever since they met. She’s crazy about him. He acts like he’s just as crazy about her. She moved into his town house a few months ago.”
“The one that just got bombed?”
She nodded.
Branson crossed an ankle over his knee, man style. “So, tell me how Ricky enters into Kate’s taking a bullet in the shoulder.”
Jittery spasms attacked Lacy’s nerves. Charles and Ricky had both warned her that this should go no further, that if she talked to the police, she might well be signing Ricky’s and Kate’s death certificates. But now she couldn’t trust Charles, and even before she’d run out on her bargain with him, someone had tried to kill Kate.
“I can’t help you, Lacy, unless you talk to me.”
“I’m not sure you can anyway.”
“Someone is trying to kill your sister. How much worse do you think it can get?”
Branson was right. She’d tried to play by the bad guys’ rules. She couldn’t afford to do that any longer. She sucked in a shaky breath and forced herself to talk. “Ricky came to see me one night about four weeks ago.”
“What about?”
“Trouble. He showed up at my apartment about midnight, ringing the doorbell and banging on the door. I probably wouldn’t have let him in at that time of the night had he not looked as if he might die on my doorstep if I didn’t.”
“Was he ill?”
“No.
